Chapter 290: Lin Feng vs. Jiren: A Bloody Fight at the Pinnacle of the Universe
In the fantastic and dreamlike Dragon Ball universe, the boundless starry sky is like a vast and mysterious grand scroll, slowly spreading in the endless darkness. The stars are shining, just like the bright gems inlaid in the deep sky, releasing a dreamy and blurred light, like the gaze of the eyes of the cosmic gods; the nebulae are intertwined, like the agile and elegant dreamy ribbons, dancing freely in the vast universe, as if weaving the mysterious poems of the universe. The planets are like fantastic arks carrying endless hope and the unknown, and on this vast cosmic stage, they continue to perform moving legendary chapters. However, at this moment, the arena of the Power Conference - the world of ignorance, is like a cruel Shura field that suddenly descended in this peaceful universe, filled with a chilling atmosphere, as if the shadow of the end of the world is quietly shrouding.
The sky of the ignorant world was dim and dark, as if it was completely swallowed by the haze of doomsday, and it was so oppressive that it almost suffocated people. The setting sun was like blood, and the weeping afterglow seemed to be wrapped in the dying howls of ancient beasts, ruthlessly pouring on the stadium, dyeing it a shocking crimson, just like quietly laying a layer of ominous heavy shroud for this peak battle that concerns the survival of the universe. The strong wind howled like a hungry wolf on the stadium, making a piercing sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, as if it wanted to drag all things in the world into the endless dark vortex, which was chilling. Every gust of wind seemed to carry a sharp blade, cutting the air "hissing", as if the air was also wailing in pain under this violent wind.
At this moment, Lin Feng, one of the "Four Super Gods", was in a furious state. With the destructive power of King-ken Kai, he looked like a demon descending to the world, and exuded a chilling aura. His fierce battle with Jiren had already reached a fever pitch. Every collision of power seemed to tear the fragile universe apart. The energy that burst out was like a raging tongue of fire, licking everything around him crazily. Wherever he went, the space was distorted and everything trembled.
Lin Feng used all his skills to seamlessly integrate the earth's five thousand years of profound and exquisite martial arts with various unique wrestling techniques. His offensive was as fierce and swift as a storm, making people dizzy and awed. He first rushed forward like a tiger descending from a mountain, opening with the Hong family iron wire fist. His arms instantly became as hard as iron. Every punch was accompanied by the sound of the wind tearing the air. He punched Ji Lian, as if he wanted to smash the air into pieces and turn it into dust. Where the fist wind passed, the air was torn into twisted cracks, making a sharp whine, as if painfully telling the horror of this power. Ji Lian quickly dodged sideways, his posture was as agile as a leopard, and at the same time, he gathered all his strength, ready to fight back with the Qihe fist. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, tightly locking on Lin Feng's every move.
While Jiren was dodging, Lin Feng suddenly turned around, as agile as a ghost, and used the flexible and changeable Bagua Palm. His palms were full of sharp Qi, and he attacked Jiren's back like a snake. Jiren was keenly aware of the movement behind him, turned around suddenly, and blasted out with a Qihe Fist. The powerful force was as fast as a cannonball, and the air was shaken and a sharp whistle was emitted. It seemed that the space was hit by this punch and countless fine spider web cracks were created, and strange light was faintly flickering in the cracks. Seeing this, Lin Feng hurriedly used the Twelve-Way Tan Leg. The shadows of his legs overlapped, like an airtight barrier, trying to resist this terrifying force. The muscles of his legs were tense, and the veins were bulging. Every time he raised his legs, he brought a thousand pounds of force.
The two's attacks collided fiercely, erupting with a deafening roar, just like thunder exploding in the sky, and like the sound of thousands of horses galloping. The air in the stadium trembled violently as if it was hit by a violent storm, forming circles of air waves visible to the naked eye that spread wildly in all directions. Wherever the air waves reached, the ground cracked instantly, and huge cracks spread in all directions like the mouth of a ferocious beast. Under the impact of this devastating force, the ground of the stadium was instantly covered with countless cracks, as dense as spider webs, and gravel flew like shells, dust flew all over the sky, and the entire stadium seemed to be in the end of the world. Each piece of flying gravel was wrapped in a powerful force, drawing a sharp trajectory in the air, and everything was pierced wherever it went. The protective barrier around the stadium was also shaky under this impact, flashing an unstable light.
In the heat of the battle, a confident and cunning smile suddenly appeared on Lin Feng's face, and that smile seemed to foreshadow the fatal blow that was about to come. Thanks to the Qi and cells transplanted from Dispo before, he instantly activated "high-speed movement". In an instant, Lin Feng's figure was like a stream of light, shuttling quickly across the arena like lightning, so fast that only blurred light and shadows were left, as if he had transcended the constraints of time and space, wandering between reality and illusion like a ghost. Then, he increased his speed to "the fastest speed of light", which had already exceeded the limit of human perception. It was almost impossible to catch his trace with the naked eye, and only dreamlike afterimages remained in the air, like an illusory mirage, as if he had turned into an invisible gust of wind, shuttling through every corner of the arena.
In the audience, the King of All opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of astonishment and anxiety, but he could only see blurry lights and shadows flashing rapidly in the arena, and he couldn't see the movements of the two people clearly. He couldn't help but anxiously asked the High Priest: "What is going on? Why can't I see clearly at all?" The High Priest looked serious, his eyes were fixed on the arena, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes. He explained: "Their speed is too fast, especially the extreme speed displayed by Lin Feng, which has exceeded the speed of light and far exceeded the scope that the naked eye can capture, so it is difficult for us to see their movement trajectory clearly." After that, the High Priest quickly took out a mysterious device that looked like an iPad, and its surface flashed with strange light, as if it contained endless mysteries. The High Priest's fingers operated on it as fast as flying, and he slowed down the speed of the picture as skillfully as flowing water.
As the video slowed down, everyone finally saw the situation clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed in unison: "It's so fast! It's beyond imagination!"
At this moment, the God of Destruction of the 11th Universe was so beautiful that his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit out fire. He suddenly turned his head and roared at Despo: "Despo! How could he learn your skills? This Saiyan Lin Feng is simply a beast, a devil, and a thief!" Despo looked helpless and bitter, and spread his hands and said: "I don't know! I don't know what this guy did to me. He dug out a piece of flesh and blood and sucked my breath. Then he did this. I am also helpless. Now the wound still hurts!"
The situation on the field was extremely tense, like a string stretched to the limit, which could break at any time. The audiences from all universes shouted at the top of their lungs, cheering for the players they supported. The partners of the seventh universe shouted in unison: "Lin Feng! Come on! Lin Feng! You must win!" The sound resounded throughout the field, like rolling thunder, shaking everyone's heart, as if to pass all the strength to Lin Feng; and the people of the eleventh universe were not to be outdone, and they also shouted loudly: "Jiren! Cheer up! Jiren! Come on!" The shouts of both sides intertwined, as if to overturn the entire field, making the atmosphere of this battle more tense and fierce, like a blazing fire, burning more and more fiercely, the air in the field seemed to be ignited by this hot atmosphere, making a "crackling" sound.
Lin Feng and Jiren fought back and forth on the field, neither giving in, like two ferocious beasts, launching a thrilling life-and-death contest. Lin Feng used his four arms to perform the Shura Fist, attacking Jiren from different angles like a storm, with each punch carrying an overwhelming momentum. Wherever the fist wind passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, emitting a sharp whistle, as if groaning in pain. Jiren, relying on the exquisite martial arts secrets of the eleven universes, his exquisite perception of Qi and his powerful Qihe Fist, cleverly avoided Lin Feng's attack and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. Lin Feng once again launched a high-speed move, his figure flickering like a ghost, trying to find Jiren's flaws and give him a fatal blow; Jiren closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on sensing Lin Feng's breath, like a calm hunter, waiting for the best time to attack, ready to launch the Qihe Fist to fight back at any time, his body trembling slightly, as if accumulating a destructive force.
Suddenly, Lin Feng spotted a tiny flaw in Jiren and roared like a wild beast. The roar was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, making the air in the stadium buzz. It seemed that even the space was distorted by the roar, and the stars around the stadium seemed to tremble slightly under the roar. The whole person rushed towards Jiren recklessly like a mad bull. He used his two strong arms to hold Jiren's waist tightly like an iron clamp, and with the terrifying power of the Super Four Gods, he lifted Jiren up, and then threw him to the ground with a fierce hug. "Boom!" With a loud noise, it was like a heavy bomb exploded in the stadium. A huge deep pit was instantly smashed on the ground of the stadium. Dust rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud and filled the entire stadium. The rocks at the bottom of the pit were instantly turned into powder under the huge impact force, and blood and smoke splattered. The bloody mist seemed to add a touch of tragic color to this cruel battlefield, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
But Lin Feng did not stop there. His eyes were red, like burning flames, and he roared furiously again, and the roar seemed to tear the sky of the stadium apart. He grabbed Jiren's hair, pressed his head hard to the ground, and began to rub it frantically. Jiren struggled and tried to fight back, but was suppressed by Lin Feng's powerful strength and could not move. While rubbing Jiren's head frantically, Lin Feng roared loudly: "Aren't you very strong? Come on!" The voice was full of anger and provocation, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart. Jiren's face and head were rubbed by the rough ground, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red. His screams echoed on the stadium, which was heart-pounding.
Then, Lin Feng let go of Jiren, quickly picked up a sharp stone from the ground, and raised it high. The stone seemed to become extremely heavy in his hand, but it seemed to contain endless power. He smashed it hard towards Jiren's head, and the action was like thunder and unstoppable. Seeing this, Jiren hurriedly gathered his energy and formed a defensive barrier in front of him. The barrier flashed with a faint light, like an indestructible shield. The stone hit the barrier and shattered instantly. The gravel splashed like bullets, making a crisp sound. Lin Feng took advantage of the situation and hit Jiren's abdomen with his knee. Jiren groaned, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body bent like a shrimp. A trace of pain and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
Jiren took advantage of the gap between Lin Feng's attacks and quickly stood up. A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky. He used the Qihequan and blasted towards Lin Feng. The Qihequan had the power to destroy the world, as if it would turn everything into ashes. Lin Feng was unable to dodge and was hit by the Qihequan. His body flew backwards like a cannonball, plowing a deep gully on the field. The gully seemed to be a wound on the earth, shocking. Lin Feng's body rolled on the ground for several times, his clothes were torn, and his skin was scratched. The blood dyed the ground under him red. His body looked so embarrassed in the pool of blood, but with an unyielding stubbornness.
Lin Feng struggled to stand up, his body was covered with wounds, blood kept flowing, dyeing his body red, like a god of war walking out of a pool of blood. But his eyes became more fierce, like a wounded beast, full of indomitable spirit and fighting spirit. He roared again, the aura on his body surged wildly, and the strength of the whole person seemed to have been raised to a higher level. He waved his four arms, like a crazy beast, and rushed towards Jiren again. This time the attack was more crazy and brutal, and every move was full of determination to kill, as if he wanted to fight Jiren to the death. Sometimes he hit Jiren with his head, and sometimes he hit Jiren's vitals with his elbows. Every part of his body became his weapon of attack. Wherever he went, blood splattered. Wounds began to appear on Jiren's body, and blood stained his clothes red.
Jiren also felt the change in Lin Feng. He was ready for battle, his muscles tensed, and a trace of caution in his eyes. He was ready to meet Lin Feng's more fierce attack. The two figures intertwined again, launching a more thrilling life-and-death struggle. Under the aftermath of their battle, the stadium continued to tremble and shatter, as if it would be completely destroyed at any time... This battle about the fate of the universe will undoubtedly become the most heroic page in the history of the universe, forever engraved in the hearts of every witness. The outcome of the battle is still undecided. The tense atmosphere is like a big net that is getting tighter and tighter, covering everyone in it. The future of the universe is now tightly grasped in the hands of Lin Feng and Jiren, the two strong men. Every time they attack and resist, it seems to be writing a chapter of the universe's destiny. Who will win is still unclear at this moment. The whole universe holds its breath in this tense atmosphere, waiting for the final verdict.